comes this time
when you do not care if the
other is pleased with
you
long time ago
you worry about those broken pieces
on nights
you waste time pondering
how to mend
each of them
a broken watch
a shattered glass
a lost book
a closed window
a lost key to the door
of the house of the
one you love most
comes this time
when you have woken
from this unhappy
slumber
you only watch
what is broken
you do not care
what happens next
you like the ways
of the lazy bone
you wish you do not
have a backbone
you are happy now
being broken
in a broken world
in this splendor
be broken belonging...
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